future master in modern

Asimu was awakened by the sound of footsteps.

There were bursts of pain all over his body, telling him clearly that he was still alive.

"I'm still alive." Asim murmured, the memory of that day kept coming to mind, he just remembered the crazy attack at the last moment, and then he didn't know anything.

He struggled to open his eyes, the strong light made his eyeballs a little sore, after a while, he adapted to the surrounding light, and began to take a look at the surrounding environment.

The windows are bright and clean, clean and refreshing.

Asim twisted his stiff neck, and saw a vase of flowers on the window sill still stained with morning dew, which was crystal clear under the sun.

Asimu twitched his nose and took a strong sniff, the fragrance of fresh flowers hit his heart and soul.

"It smells so good." Asimu couldn't remember how long he hadn't smelled the fragrance of even a single flower.Much of his past life had been mixed with haste and confusion.

The bed was so soft, he had never slept in such a soft bed in his life.

On the bed, a bottle of water was hanging, and there was still more than half of the medicine in the bottle.

This is a hospital, Asimu understood in his heart.

My own boss, Asimu, still knows a little bit. It is absolutely impossible for him to send himself to the hospital, so someone else sent him here.

Asimu felt that there are still good people in this world.

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a blond doctor led a team of nurses into the ward.

Already in the ward, the group of nurses was busy. Some of them were responsible for measuring blood pressure, and some were responsible for recording.The doctor stood aside, constantly observing Asimu's injury.

"Doctor, please take a look." A nurse handed over the data in her hand to the doctor, and the doctor took it, looked at the record carefully, and nodded from time to time.

Asimu is a little embarrassed, he has never received such treatment in his life, and in his hometown, people see a doctor is not like this, in his impression, there is often a long queue in front of a doctor, in order to see a doctor When I was sick, I often spent most of the day queuing up. How could I lie here like this now, and the doctor came to treat me.

"Okay, your body is basically fine, and the rest is to recuperate slowly." The doctor put the pen in his coat pocket, closed the medical record, and said to Asimu.

As if remembering something, the doctor took out a big envelope and handed it to Asimu.

"The gentleman who sent you to the hospital asked me to hand it over to you this morning." Seeing Asimu take the big envelope, the doctor said.

Asimu couldn't believe it, "This is for me?"

"good."

Asim stretched out a pair of bandaged hands, tore open the seal of the envelope, pulled it out, and dropped a check on the bed.

"This is?" Asimu's hands trembled a little. The number on the check was beyond his expectation. The money, in his own country, could completely allow his sister to live a healthy life.

He picked up the envelope, and a small piece of paper fell from it, with words written on it.

Asim tried his best to get close to the piece of paper, identifying the writing on the paper.

One line of Chinese.

"go home."

However, the Chinese has been crossed out, and under the crossed out Chinese, there is still a line of words, but in English.

"and"

It still means, go home.

Asimu was stunned, he seemed to be in a strange state and couldn't extricate himself.

Suddenly, he threw off the quilt covering his body, pulled out the needle in his hand indiscriminately, and struggled to get out of bed.

His actions startled the doctors and nurses present. They rushed forward to hold Asimu down, but their strength was not as strong as Asimu's, even though Asimu was injured.

After pushing away all the nurses, Asimu knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

What happened next will be unforgettable for everyone present.

It was a shock from the depths of the soul.

Asim knelt on the ground, facing the bright sunlight outside the window, and raised his hands high. Under the sunlight, his fingers still wrapped in cloth tape were extremely rough, and there were fine dirt in the gaps between them. These were his hands , Pious palms together for ten.

Asimu uttered words that others could not understand. These words seemed to have magical powers, and had a peculiar rhythm, which made people feel extremely peaceful when they heard it, as if returning to the mother's body, returning to the original purity.

Then, facing the sunshine in the sky like this, Asimu bowed deeply, and fell on the ground for a long time without getting up.

Who is he worshiping, Zao Wou-ki?Worship God?Or worship all things in the world?

All!

A person under the window sill, a bottle of gently swaying flowers on the window sill, and the sunshine in the world outside the window.

One person, one flower, eternal sunshine, incomparably harmonious.

It seems that everything in the world is made of this.

Seeing the sunlight gilding the figure of Asimu, everyone has an impulse to worship.At this time, Asimu seemed to be no longer a boxer who was struggling on the verge of life and death. His beliefs and beliefs infected everyone present.

Many days later, Asim packed his bags and set foot on the way back. He took off the simple boxer uniform he had been wearing for a long time, and put on a white shirt. He looked clean and neat.

"I'm going back." Asimu had a clean smile on his face, and he couldn't see the madness he had in the underground boxing ring at all. At this moment, he was like an ordinary teenager.

In fact, he was just an ordinary boy.

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In this world, those who kill one or two people are called villains, but after killing tens of thousands of people, they are called great heroes and great benevolent people.

Perhaps, many years later, Zao Wou-ki will discover that he who has killed many people has been unintentionally regarded as a great hero and a great benevolent person.

He could never figure out why.

Isn't he a big villain?

He always thought he was a villain, from beginning to end...

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Inside the cabin, the roar of the engine constantly stimulated people's eardrums.

Outside the small window on the bulkhead, there are endless thick clouds.

This is a transport plane flying above the clouds.

The Principality of Remus does not have direct civilian passenger planes to Siberia, so Zao Wou-ki can only take the military material transport plane to Siberia.

This is an old-fashioned J-type transport aircraft. It has nothing to praise in terms of performance. The only thing worth mentioning is its amazing carrying capacity.

But in stark contrast is its clumsy appearance and the harsh environment inside the cabin.Everything about this transport aircraft is designed to increase its material carrying capacity.

Now, Zao Wou-ki is on this transport plane flying to Siberia.

The next day after returning to the hotel room, Zhao Wou-ki received a call to leave the Principality of Remus.

Before leaving, he did one thing.

He borrowed $[-] from the butler Amanda and left all the money to Asim.

He doesn't need money, because as long as he is given time, he can get more money without breaking a sweat...

Amanda made it clear that Zao Wou-ki did not need to repay the money at all, and Zhao Wou-ki was not hypocritical.

Zao Wou-ki doesn't need money, and Amanda doesn't take money seriously.

What's more, Zao Wou-ki also rescued the Adelaide brothers and sisters in prison.

Zhao Wou-ki left here without any regrets, and left the Principality of Remus.

Butler Amanda was not accompanying him, he had more important things to do, and there was only one bodyguard accompanying Zao Wou-Ki.

This bodyguard is called Sikoff, a Russian-American who has lived in Siberia for a long time and is very familiar with it, so he is also equivalent to a guide.

The reason why no more people were sent was because Amanda also understood that no amount of people would help a person like Zao Wou-ki. If Zao Wou-ki really wanted to escape desperately, no one could stop him. Sending someone to follow Zao Wou-ki will save him from angering him.

In this way, the whole trip was deserted, except for the crew members on the transport plane, just the two of them.

It's just that in such an environment, just as Zao Wou-ki wished, he was quite satisfied with Amanda's arrangement.

The cabin of the transport aircraft is divided into two areas, most of the rear part is filled with supplies, and a small cabin in the front is for people to rest.

There are two long rows of soft couches in the cabin, on which Zao Wou-ki and Sikov sit.

Some of the other crew members were in the cockpit of the transport plane, while others were guarding the cargo in the cargo hold.

Zao Wou-ki put his legs on the couch, his back against the bulkhead, and the bulkhead was vibrating time after time due to the huge horsepower of the aircraft engine.

Sikov sat on the couch, not very relaxed.

Sikoff, like most Russians, is rough-looking and strong like a polar bear.

His black suit didn't seem to fit well, bulging out of his muscular figure.

It's been a long time since they've been sitting here like this. Sikov's temper doesn't seem to be as calm and indifferent as the other bodyguards. His Russian blood makes him bold and enthusiastic by nature.

There was a large bag by his side. When it was almost lunch time, Sikov rummaged through the bag for a long time and took out two bottles of wine.

"Authentic vodka, would you like a bottle, Zhao?" Sikov spoke his English with a Russian accent, grinned, and handed over a bottle of wine with a smile on his face.

Zhao Wou-ki looked over, his blue eyes were full of kindness and a faint expectation.

"Thank you." Zhao Wou-ki took the vodka, flicked his index finger on the mouth of the bottle, and the bottle cap flew off, fell to the ground and rolled far away.

Sikoff looked at Zao Wou-ki's hand with some envy, secretly speechless, while he was busy looking for the bottle opener in his bag. "You don't need to look for it, I'll come!" Zao Wou-ki said directly, seeing how hard Sikov was looking for.

"Thank you." Sikov couldn't wait to pass the vodka to Zhao Wou-Ki, with anticipation in his eyes, watching Zhao Wou-Ki show his hand again.

Helping Xikov open the bottle of wine, the two of them directly held the bottle with the bottom upside down, and poured it down with a "gulp".

Drinking alcohol is too weak for Zao Wou-ki, but talking is better than nothing.

Sikov drank half of the bottle in one breath, let out a long sigh, his nose turned red.

"Usually you can't drink alcohol when you have missions, but this time I finally passed my addiction."

Sikov hiccupped and looked at Zao Wou-ki's bottle.

"Uh..." His eyes widened, he drank half of it in one go, Zao Wou-ki's place was already upside down.

In Xikov's heart, his admiration for Zao Wou-ki deepened. Russians are good at drinking, and they always admire people who drink a lot.

"Zhao, I've grown up so much, I've never seen someone like you." Sikov sighed.

"You are so skilled, you can drink so much, and you can do anything." Sikov gestured with his hands, and his eyes were full of excitement.

Seeing that Sikov acted like a child, Zao Wou-ki laughed it off.

"Our instructor is also a master, but I'm afraid he's not even as good as yours."

"It's more than half." Zao Wou-ki was amused in his heart, just listening to Sikov's eloquent talk.

At the end of the talk, Xikov suddenly asked curiously: "Zhao, can you tell me, you? How did you become so powerful?"

Zhao Wou-ki couldn't help but tell Sikov about his unique skill of devouring souls?

"Sikoff, you have to understand that in our country, there are still many masters like me. I have been drinking leopard blood since I was a child, and I started practicing at the age of three. I have never stopped for more than ten years. Do you think I can not be good? ?”

Sikov stared wide-eyed, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, seeing where Zao Wou-ki was talking nonsense, but his eyes were filled with conviction.

It's no wonder that Xikov didn't doubt it at all. The strength shown by Zao Wou-ki was really unbelievable. In comparison, the story of Zao Wou-ki's nonsensical training and drinking leopard blood was not very impressive. It's hard to understand.

talk a lot,

The two gradually became acquainted a lot.

During the period, the two ate something casually.

And as time went by, they slowly approached Siberia.

ps: Give some motivation, comrades